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When you lie you often have to keep lying. Share your pain. When I was 15 I pretended to be 16 to help get a summer job. Then had to spend a summer with this nice shopkeeper asking me everyday if I was excited about getting my GCSE results. I felt like an utter shit. Thanks to MerseyMal for the suggestion.
( , Thu 8 Mar 2012, 21:57)
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In year 8 at school, I developed a 'migraine problem'. They normally sprang up on Wednesdays, just before biology, and often when I hadn't done my homework. Strangely, the medical profession has yet to investigate Wednesdayitis.
This went on for a good couple of months, with strange 'stomach aches' and 'really bad headaches' springing up whenever I didn't have the balls to tell my teachers I hadn't done my homework.
Until January, when I had a seizure and was referred to the hospital for tests to find out whether I was epileptic.
I'm not. Woo!
But.
'Are there any other health problems you want to talk about?' asks the well-meaning consultant.
'Actually, there are these headaches she's been having...' says my well-meaning mum.
Yes, those definitely sound like migraines, they say. And it definitely sounds like you're missing a lot of school because of it. Here, have some tablets. Lots of them. Some to take every day, and some to take when you have a migraine.
I've never had a migraine in my life. Barely even had a headache.
Never trust a 13-year-old who hates school, she'll kill the NHS single-handedly.
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I fucking hated my Chemistry teacher, he was a racist, bullying fuckhead. And then he went on the sick for a bit and the guy we got in to replace him made him look like Nelson Mandela...
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Darkens the skin, donchaknow
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...I used to fake tummy aches every Thursday to avoid school. On one such Thursday, my mum got fed up and forced me to go to school. My tummy *did* feel a little strange but I was so used to faking it that I convinced myself nothing was wrong and that it was all in my devious little head.
I then collapsed at school and got taken to hospital in an ambulance with a burst appendix and had immediate surgery. After the operation I still wasn't convinced I had a real illness and my young mind thought that they had cut me open to teach me a lesson for my past lies.
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The teacher help up lots of different coloured colouring pencils, and I just said the first colour that came into my head for each one. I doubt I was at all convincing, but they went along with the charade for an hour or so to humour me. Probably. Damnit, maybe I am colour blind.
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no matter what. She was a teacher and dead good at spotting any faking. It was the only lesson I hated and was bad at as well. If I have intelligent unsporty kids I'm DEFINITELY getting them out of PE. Pointless subject. And no, I'm not overweight.
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